Days in the Narmer Kingdom (8)
“So, how about it? What do you think of our Karura?”
After learning Karura was pregnant and blowing my load like crazy, I figured it made sense, but I didn’t expect it to happen this fast. My vision was spinning a little when the little pharaoh suddenly asked me that.
“Huh?”
How about what, exactly?
I was still processing that when the little pharaoh sat up, splashed across the bathwater, and grabbed both of Karura’s tits right there next to me.
This was a bathhouse, she was buck naked, and my dick was rock-hard and throbbing as I stared at her—but she didn’t give a shit. I could only watch as she marched over with all the confidence in the world.
“Eek... Pha, Pharaoh?”
“She may not match this queen’s former glory, but her beauty is exquisite, and Karura is the greatest warrior in the Narmer Kingdom. I won’t demand you take responsibility for knocking her up, but doesn’t that make her top-tier wife material? If this queen were a man, she wouldn’t pass up the chance. Nay, she might have already proposed to Karura by now.”
Wait, hold up.
This sudden?
And without even asking Karura’s opinion?
Karura herself looked totally thrown by the abrupt topic.
“Hmph, outrageous! My darling little Karura—images of her as a babe still dance before my eyes—and now she’s grown to know a man before even this queen... Truly... truly outrageous, beyond endurance!”
“Pl-please stop, Pharaoh. Ah... not there...”
No, it seemed like she was just groping Karura’s tits like some perverted old creep, and Karura couldn’t hide her shock.
Her nipples had retreated inward again, but after all that kneading, her tits were hypersensitive—not just the nipples. I could see Karura blushing, shooting me a pleading look as the little pharaoh toyed with them.
But...
Even if I tried to stop it, how the hell was I supposed to?
She might be a tiny kid, but she was still the pharaoh of a whole kingdom. I couldn’t just yank her off.
That’d probably spark some blasphemy charge and blow up into a huge mess.
Honestly, though, seeing Karura—blushing helplessly, intermittently stifling moans from the pleasure I’d trained into those tits while a pint-sized pharaoh much smaller than her molested her—had my cock throbbing like mad. Part of me just wanted to watch.
Anyway, as I watched the two of them, the little pharaoh spoke up again.
“So, what say you? Stranger. Will you be my Karura’s mate?”
She kept kneading Karura’s tits with both hands, but her expression was dead serious despite the antics. I shut my mouth.
But only for a moment. Then I opened it as she waited for my answer.
“...Wouldn’t Karura’s feelings matter here too?”
“This queen asks you, stranger.”
She cut me off sharp.
Staring right at me, waiting. In those deep, dark little eyes of the pharaoh’s, I saw my reflection.
“...My job’s kinda... iffy for that.”
“This queen knows all about you dispensers sent by that World Government of your homeland. But what of it?”
She knew and still said that?
Calling her “my cute little Karura” one minute, then offering her to a mere male prostitute like me the next—without even consulting Karura.
“Or do you have some other woman already picked out?”
I bit my lip hard at her question.
I wanted to say no, but the words wouldn’t come.
Lilith’s face flashed by. Hoaran’s. Yustitia’s.
Liliana’s, Sati’s, Eileya’s. I couldn’t say it.
For some reason, I just couldn’t.
“...I see. Well, no helping it then. But as with fragrant flowers, women are drawn to strong men. A mighty warrior keeping several wives is no flaw. Though Karura’s father Karura himself was pinned under Nakia’s ass and couldn’t budge!”
She laughed “ahhaha” and stood, puffing out her nonexistent chest like she was denying her flat figure.
“I won’t demand an answer now. But think on it. As a stranger, you could make Karura your second... nay, third—hmm... fourth...?”
Why did she keep changing the number while glancing at me?
“...Anyway, whatever number, it’d suit you to take her in.”
Karura—the rice cake being offered—hadn’t said a word, yet the pharaoh kept pushing like some nosy neighborhood auntie matchmaker.
“Hmph, this queen must take her leave. Too long in the bath. Farewell, my sweet Karura.”
“Y-yes... Pharaoh.”
“Do your best! A fine mate is one you seize! Man or woman matters not! And your child... when it’s born, this queen shall name it!”
“For the pharaoh to name my child would be my clan’s greatest honor.”
“Ahhaha, no need to call it such glory. I named you, after all!”
With that, “this queen departs,” and off she went.
A long while after the little pharaoh left, I finally spoke.
“...Don’t sweat it. Probably just talk.”
“It’s more than mere talk.”
“Huh?”
“...No, nothing. More importantly...”
Karura glanced at me and blushed.
I wondered what, then realized she was staring at my raging hard-on.
“That thing of yours... Is a man’s cock always like that? It wasn’t at first...”
Mine was just special.
We’d done it roughly yesterday, but I hadn’t fully pulled out, and after a good night’s sleep, it was back to full strength.
Plus, with a smoking-hot naked Karura right beside me, there was no way it’d go down.
But...
Now that the pharaoh had spilled the pregnancy beans, I couldn’t exactly push for more. I pulled my cock back a bit and said,
“Don’t worry. In... a few hours, it’ll settle on its own.”
She stared at me silently for a bit before speaking.
“...Is there no way I can help? I don’t know much, but those bulging veins look painful.”
Help? Like how?
“Ah, n-no... But here... we can’t. The pharaoh said it, so you’re definitely pregnant. I read records saying no straining when carrying a child.”
She covered her pussy with one hand as she said it.
I hadn’t planned to anyway.
Just...
“...Why stare like that? Something on my mouth?”
I’d just been eyeing her plump lips.
“...You said you’d help, right?”
My cock had been twitching like hell since her words.
I grabbed it and said,
“Then... suck it for me?”
“S-suck... your cock, you mean?”
“Yeah, fellatio.”
“Fellatio...”
She murmured it back.
I pressed,
“So, will you?”
“...If it helps you, gladly.”
Splash. She stood and approached.
Kneeling in the water, Karura gingerly gripped my cock with both hands.
“...Still so hot and hard. Hard to believe this went inside me.”
Yesterday she’d groped it casually, but now she was shy—kinda hot.
Obvious why: the virgin warrior who’d never seen or touched a man’s cock before versus the Karura who now knew exactly what it was.
Anyway, her sudden shyness after learning what it was had my cock twitching harder, and she flinched.
“C-can I... really suck this? What if it melts or something...”
What did she think my dick was?
“If it did, it’d be gone by yesterday.”
“R-right.”
Recalling yesterday made her blush deeper. I said,
“If you can’t, it’s fine. Like I said, it’ll go down eventually.”
“...Wouldn’t it bother you meanwhile? Let me repay yesterday’s debt properly this time.”
Her face set with determination.
First time anyone made such a fuss over a blowjob—novel.
“Then, please.”
“Leave it to me.”
She nodded, eyed my cock, blushed, then slowly parted her lips.
“Then... I begin.”
Chubot...♡
Her lips met the tip.
My cock jerked, startling her into pausing, but she soon parted wider and took me in.
“Mmng... uub... ub...”
She took me in bit by bit, then stopped abruptly.
Tok, tok—the tip bumped something.
Soft yet firm foreign texture.
Her uvula, probably. Impressed she’d gone this far on her first blowjob.
“Uungk...”
She pushed deeper anyway.
Brows furrowed, fighting nausea, shoving my cock down her throat—I was too shocked to stop her.
“Kkuh...”
Gripping my thighs tight, she swallowed even more—until she hilted me to the root, looking up with teary eyes.
Tears at the corners, eyes begging praise like “did I do good?”
“...You did great.”
I had to say it.
Satisfied, she slowly slurped back—tzuuub.
“Kruup, huup... chuuub... chub...”
First deepthroat since Yustitia—and Yustitia had ramped up mid-blowjob; Karura started with it.
“Huup... chub... chuuueup...”
Unlike Yustitia, she winced each time it hit her throat on the way back in.
Awkward, but her earnest effort had me fired up.
So I decided to enjoy it fully.
“Nngub...?”
I stroked her slightly elongated, pointed ears—longer than human. She looked up like “something wrong?”
“You’re doing great. Try slower?”
She was trying hard, but it was gagging her. My advice made her nod around my cock, then go slower.
“Chuuub...”
“Yeah, like that.”
Slower, but her lips’ glide felt perfect now.
No more gagging either.
“Chub, jup... chup...”
She sensed improvement too—sucking smoother, felt amazing.
“Ah, that last one was good. Do it again?”
“Churrub...?”
“Yeah. Wrap your lips around the glans—the tip—and suck. I love that.”
Praise for good, tips for bad, sharing faves—her improving technique had cum rising.
“Uub, uum...?”
My twitching cock startled her as climax neared.
“Getting close to cumming. No biggie, keep going.”
She resumed.
“Churub, churrurub...”
Skilled enough now per my lessons—I let go and erupted in her mouth.
Byuurururu...♡
“Uub...?! Uuuub...”
Shocked by the spurts, but she took it.
Confused what to do, then—unexpectedly—she kept sucking.
“Chuuueup... uub... chuuuub...”
Maybe because I hadn’t told her to stop.
“Oh...”
Not bad at all.
Byuurut, byuurut—sucking and gulping my spurting cum, her ongoing blowjob was hands-down the best yet.
Bvit...♡
Last drop down her throat.
Sensing it done, she looked puzzled. I said,
“That was fucking awesome. Do it like ten more times?”
“......”
She stared—the most shocked yet—but probably my imagination.